What of those eyes that heaven did so bless,
Alluring smiles that best telluric dreams,
Lithe loving arms to gently souls caress,
Smooth satin skin soft silvered by moonbeams.
A sylphid sweet to sail upon the night
And with her songs so soothe the savage beast
In tones to top brave Orpheus in his plight
When he did croon to save Eurydice.
Yet here on earth, yes she a woman born
With all the carnal might to tempt desire,
A sultry sprite to every heart so warm
That it soon melt or burn in love stoked fire.
A spirit right to ever haunt the mind—
And with closed eyes, forever there to find.
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